alfie lee writing



That day i quit my job
i went straight home
and watched tv
day and all night. Through a break

on the endless ice,
a pod of orcas rise, as one
by one, heads high above water, in
they hold steady. When

i awoke my arm had gone
to sleep. Disembodied.
A woman's voice shouts "No! No
at someone somewhere across the street.


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